Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I haven't seen the Clinton ad about what she does at 3AM yet.
Thing is, I've had a nightmare thrice now about Hillary does at 3AM... it's kind of graphic and scary, and I refrained from publishing it the first two times I had it...
It's 3AM, she is up on the same desk as all the hotline phones are on, most are knocked askew, several are off the hook. She has her legs spread, skirt up, she's humping the nuclear football, come dripping down from both sides of the big red button, and she has her head thrown back with the same look on her face so satirized by Jon Stewart... the colors are vivid in the room, the red phone stark red, the football - silver streaked with white, the desk a hard brown, the flag almost day-glow in intensity.
And the camera pulls back to show snipers pointing guns at the crowd outside the oval office and further back to show the devastated streets of washington, under a grey sky... and then I wake up in a cold sweat.
Dreams are not rational expressions of what we are thinking, but this one ties into sex and lust for power, which are two of the most basic urges humans have.
I mean, everybody knows how Bill Clinton gets his orgasms... I think it's becoming a matter of national security to know how she gets hers.
I'd sleep better.
Thing is, I've had a nightmare thrice now about Hillary does at 3AM... it's kind of graphic and scary, and I refrained from publishing it the first two times I had it...
It's 3AM, she is up on the same desk as all the hotline phones are on, most are knocked askew, several are off the hook. She has her legs spread, skirt up, she's humping the nuclear football, come dripping down from both sides of the big red button, and she has her head thrown back with the same look on her face so satirized by Jon Stewart... the colors are vivid in the room, the red phone stark red, the football - silver streaked with white, the desk a hard brown, the flag almost day-glow in intensity.
And the camera pulls back to show snipers pointing guns at the crowd outside the oval office and further back to show the devastated streets of washington, under a grey sky... and then I wake up in a cold sweat.
Dreams are not rational expressions of what we are thinking, but this one ties into sex and lust for power, which are two of the most basic urges humans have.
I mean, everybody knows how Bill Clinton gets his orgasms... I think it's becoming a matter of national security to know how she gets hers.
I'd sleep better.
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After the drug companies get through shaping Hillary medical plan, I'd probably be (involuntarily) drugged up to the gills... and unable to form a concious thought, much less type - and then who'd you be reading for your kicks?
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